A Declaration of Independence, not by Thomas Jefferson

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A Declaration of Independence, not by Thomas Jefferson

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Wellll-NNN0W, if that was not just down right… weird, I shall let the rest call it like they see it and/or feel it. I was finally ready to post this when shee-bang, the storm reached ferocious pitch, immediately over head. Such storms are common where I sit, this time of year. Thanks to my little battery pack with protected protection, I seldom shut down. Most storms mumble close but not so much straight up above and so loud and long. I don't think I had shut down yet this year. Finally, after days of deliberation, finishing the lines immediately above, ready to post… storm got too great, too close… to what end?

It was enough of a thing to make the Godless revisit their stand perhaps thinking kneel would improve posture, right stature. Though such apprehension did not strike me, powered-off, walked away (not like Dem, I soon returned). I knew the thing would move off in a few minutes. It did. Apprehension did visit for a few seconds, should I simply strike all my latest, hard fought for, lines. Was their message in thunderous roars and violent crashes… to what end? Then I remembered July second, maybe the first, there was also a great, fearful storm, TJ sat redoing his work, as the committee of the whole dictated demands ripping into his long labor, deep heart. It was one of two long arduous days looking for final draft. That was 1776, so I am told. They finished late on the second, a day at the printer got the thing ready for Handcock to sign on the FOURTH, you might recall that day.

They did not panic that day sitting in a tall Philadelphia building with storm crashing all around. I would imagine heat abated a bit by natural storm cooling. Otherwise, Benjamin Franklin had them protected, his lighting rods for years had been keeping many local buildings safe as they, the committee of the whole, honed out protection for a newly forming Nation. Inside they did not fear the bolt without but the jot and tittle going down within, which could easily morph most real into a clench, the dictate of hangman's noose.

So, I offer this up to the committee of the whole, rip away. The charge of this day, these days, is not without, but most certainly within. Them back there and then, in time, would put their John Hancock to their deliberations. The rest did not start signing til August the same year. But for years to come, that last line, that last line, that last line they learned hardest over and over again. Their names were on the line.

Ain't it most remarkable, it is not fashionable here-about to put John Hancock on anything, except maybe POTUS. We do count on him, to give it all up which he does with great devotion, passion and sacrifice… for whom ? ! ? Can't name them can you, not here, not in this neck of America, no-neck America, where we hang, all so safe, to what end? 'On the line,' everyone frowns at mere thought, hmmm, sounds like clowns! My, my how far we have come, or is it gone?